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QUESTION : what is your DNI list ?

I don't have one because I think they're stupid and pointless- I see someone i don't want to see the posts of, I just block em :3

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im sick goddammit 😭

might have to wait a little more for those headcanons loves im so sorry 💔

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sorry I havent posted any writing in over a month lovies. life's been hella crazy but the yandere octavinelle hcs are coming soon and so are yandere hcs for the hamato brothers

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watching american horror story- halfway through season 2 so far! I have a few ideas for the characters, too...

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just saw the backrooms yesterday, it was really good!! Already have a few fic ideas for it 👀

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Outlasting the pride month (bad joke, I know)

Just another shitpost but I just love the meme

(including the original, of course. Shoutout to whoever made it, this made me giggle like an idiot for five minutes)

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Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

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Yandere Liliya Bogomolova, Amelia Collier, and Dr. Easterman Headcanons

♡ A/N: sorry these took me so long! life has been extremely hectic. i struggled at first with easterman's quotes, but he's super fun to write lines for when you get the hang of it! also amelia fans sound off in the comments/tags

♡ Something Important to Note: In these headcanons, romantic, platonic, and sexual attraction are treated as three different things. If a character is mentioned to be sexually attracted to you, that doesn't mean that they're necessarily romantically attracted to you. The type of attraction they have towards you is left to your imagination/discretion ♡

Liliya Bogomolova

♡ To the beloved of god, you are a lost, helpless lamb, surrounded by hungry, hungry wolves with gaping maws and dripping teeth. And she is your shepard; always prepared to fend off the predators and guide you to safety and righteousness. Liliya believes it is her providential duty to drag you from the clutches of sin and deliver you to salvation, no matter how much you may resist. 

♡ Whenever you’re in a trial with her, she will not reveal herself to you boisterously- it just isn’t her style. Liliya much prefers to observe you going about your tasks from the shadows (or hidden in plain sight) at first. She’ll whisper to you to try and disorientate you just enough to mold your mind into something pliant and amenable, ready to participate in her own, twisted version of bible study. It’s something she tries to do as often as she can, preaching to you about the glory of God, the sin that corrupts The Lord’s land, and how the wealthy are the scum of the earth; suckling the holiness from the world dry like a needy infant to a leaking teat. 

♡ She is the direct cause of a string of F’s and D’s on your report cards, because her lessons often leave you with an itch deeply embedded into the folds of your mind that turns even the simplest of trial objectives into a nearly impossible undertaking- but not enough to convince you to mutilate yourself in the name of God. Liliya wants you to turn to The Lord of your own volition, with a little bit of encouragement and a lot of education from her, which is why she won’t turn to her usual methods in her efforts to convert you. 

♡ If you are particularly stubborn, headstrong, or unfaithful, Liliya will have no qualms doing harmful things to get you to open your mind to God’s love. She’ll use your fellow reagents as leverage and/or bait, especially if she notices that you’re particularly close to one, or if you’re trying to avoid her (and she will notice, if you are). 

♡ She is a believer of education through corporal punishment, (long story short, suffering helps you learn) but isn’t as physically violent as Coyle, Mother Gooseberry, or Franco. She still, without question, is, but the worst that she’ll do is cut you with her blades if she thinks that it’s necessary. She might even give you scars that resemble hers; an attempt to relate you to her and bring the two of you closer together. However, she’ll draw the line at cutting off body parts or permanently physically disabling you- it reminds her too much of what happened to her and she wouldn’t even attempt to lower herself to that level. When she thinks you’re in need of physical discipline but doesn’t think it’s necessary to use her blades, she’ll make you kneel on rice or small rocks while she forces you to recite Bible verses until she believes that you’ve properly atoned. She also isn’t above whipping/beating your fingers or the backs of your calves. 

♡ Unsurprisingly, Liliya will also utilize psychological punishments- quite often, in fact. One might think it would be somewhat better than receiving permanent scars, but her methods leave scars on the mind as opposed to the body. Is it really so much more bearable to be disorientated until you break down, or bear witness to the inhumane, bloody slaughter and mutilation of a fellow reagent? 

♡ If she ever manages to get even a minute alone with Easterman in any sort of lucid state at all, she will convince him to move you to her sleep room. She’ll be so focused on transforming you into her full-time disciple that he’ll still have all of his limbs by the time he sends out the order. 

♡-> “He will tend to His flock like a shepherd. He will gather the lambs in His arms. He will carry them in His bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.”

♡-> “God loves you. Your messiah loves you. You have to let us.” 

♡-> “There is no longer any need to be frightened. You are one of the Beloved of God. I will serve you.” 

Amelia Collier

♡ Amelia first encounters you in the Sleep Room, and takes a shine to you almost immediately. Maybe you remind her of Damon, maybe your personality hits one of her soft spots. Whatever it is, she quickly grows protective of you to a degree that any person who didn’t live in Sinyala would consider seriously concerning. 

♡ She’ll insist on joining you in any and all trials you go into so that she can protect you from the ex-pop, where she’ll delegate you to tasks like gathering items, finding keys, etc; she’ll always have you do the safest things you can in a trial without lowering your grade. Amelia will share her meals with you, picking out whatever appetizing parts she can find to pile on your tray, won’t hear any objections you have about it, and will give you the lion’s share of any treats she buys from Dorris, too. 

♡ Amelia will grow especially tense if you’re encountered or approached by a scientist or guard for any reason, even if you’re just due for a checkup or you need to get an emergency blood transfer. Even if she logically knows this, she’ll never be able to bring herself to be comfortable when you’re with them because they’re all pawns of Easterman and Murkoff. 

♡ Her anxiety and overprotectiveness will grow to be so overwhelming for her that she’ll lose sleep over it. She’ll pick the lock of her cell after lights out and will sneak over to yours just to watch you sleep; to assure her buzzing mind that you’re warm in your bed and safe as a reagent can be in Sinyala. Amelia will soothe you if you fuss in your sleep from the Murkoff-induced nightmares, and’ll wipe your sweat and tears away. 

♡ When Amelia escapes through the ex-pop gate, she’ll be devastated over the fact that she can’t take you with her right away, but immediately devotes herself to getting you out as soon as she possibly can. She’ll break you out of a trial before she starts to make herself known, because the terrifying thought that they might torture you for information crosses her mind. She’d want to do the same for Damon, but she has no idea what sleep room he’s in and has had no success in finding him in the trials. 

♡ Every moment that Amelia isn’t orchestrating escape is a moment that she’s devoting to taking care of you. She’ll go out of her way to find you clothes, clean water, and keep you in the best shelter that she can put together in the Biohazard Waste Disposal. You’re rarely allowed to leave the areas she delegates you to without her, because she wants to avoid any sort of outcome where you get sick from all the rot and chemicals, caught by an ex-pop wandering around, or injure yourself. 

♡ Instead of resigning herself to a death in the facility after she finds out that Damon has died, she becomes more determined than ever to get out with you. Amelia would never let herself give up when you’re still around, because she has resolved to protect you when you re-enter society. Protect you from Murkoff, from muggers and murderers and any sort of person she can think of that might cause harm to you in the outside world. You become the only thing she has to live for. 

♡ Though she’d never admit it to you, ever, Amelia will not hesitate to get violent with anyone she thinks that might hurt you. Guards, ex-pop, or Murkoff officials- it doesn’t matter to her when it comes to you. Amelia can’t take on most of those who would seek to expose your location or cause you harm in a one-on-one fistfight, so she’s crafty about things. She’ll try to confuse them, trick them into stepping into traps, psychosis mines, or other dangerous areas, or get the jump on them and steal their own weapons to use against them if they have one. 

♡ Amelia constantly thinks of potential places for the two of you to stay in after she gets you out. She knows you’ll have to stay on the run, the two of you, especially if she’s actively working to expose Murkoff and the goings-on in the Sinyala Facility. She mentally prepares for all sorts of scenarios, but you are the one constant in each of them, and the first thing she tries to determine about a location is if you’ll be safe and comfortable there. She feels that she owes you comfort after taking you to the wastes. 

♡-> “Hey, hey, look at me. Breathe, come on, breathe. There you go. You don’t gotta be scared anymore, I’m here, and I swear to God I’ll keep you safe.” 

♡-> “Don’t care what I gotta do, I’m gonna get you outta here. If it’s the last goddamn thing I do.” 

♡-> “Stay here. It’s a fuckin’ nightmare out there, trust me. Just- just hold out a little longer for me. I promise we’re gonna get outta this shithole soon, I promise.” 

Dr. Hendrick Joliet Easterman

♡ Though he denies it and will continue to deny it to the utmost degree, Easterman has very obvious favoritism over you. Important paperwork is often neglected in favor of watching you go about a trial or the sleep room, making comments and notes to himself all the while. He takes pride in personally observing, evaluating, and grading all of your trials himself, as it makes him feel closer to you. 

♡ The guards and junior scientists exchange worried and confused looks every time the director comes into your sleep room after lights out to stare at you in your bed and caress your vulnerable, sleeping form. Easterman has no shame in this, or when he maneuvers your head to lay on his lap while he goes on and on about his day. 

♡ He’s the jealous type, especially so over the Prime Assets and the other reagents. If he thinks that you’re getting too cozy with a Prime for his liking, he’ll order the scientists and guards to keep you away from any trials that have them in it, and won’t let that particular asset in on any Prime Time trials you participate in. Jealousy over one of your fellow reagents is much easier for him to deal with. All he has to do is secretly goad an ex-pop or direct the Jaeger to them. A flick of the wrist, and he can have them strapped with lights and bombs, strung up in a trial, or sent off to test the Morphogenic Engine. Easterman is also not above scolding you in private if you seem close to someone, throwing out wild accusations and demanding to know if you love them more than him. 

♡ You are often subjected to trials made for you specifically. They all reflect values and/or ideas that Easterman wants you to have, including but not limited to; the idea that he is the only one who loves you, that he is your sole protector, that he’s the only one you can trust, that your fellow reagents secretly resent you, etc.

♡ You often have special treats and gifts from him delivered to your cell, even if it’s things that are usually banned in the sleep room. Candy, sweets, coffee, new clothing. Easterman won’t mind if the other reagents are envious- in fact, he thrives if the special treatment incurs social isolation, because he’s hopeful that it will, in turn, incur loneliness, which he hopes will drive you to him, or incur resentment towards your fellow reagents, which sates his jealousy somewhat. 

♡ Easterman’s scoldings when you get a low grade range from scathing to mildly disappointed, depending on his mood. He’ll say that he expects better from his perfect little how-high, and accuse you of doing poorly on purpose to upset him or get his attention. He’ll be overjoyed if he makes you cry or gets a reaction out of you because of it, because to him, it means his words and opinion matter to you. The most hurtful emotion you can feel towards him is not hate- it’s indifference, and would work himself up to the point of rage and full-on sobbing if you relentlessly acted so towards him. 

♡ He has two entire cabinets (one in his office, one in his own bedroom) filled to the brim with photographs of you, clothing that you’ve worn, and personal items that have been stolen right out of your cell. 

♡ Easterman will never let you rebirth- not if he can help it. He blacklists you from receiving rebirth tokens, and from the entire program, in general. If the guard or scientist manning the station that day didn’t get the memo, and you somehow managed to get yourself into the mansion, he’s having you escorted from it as soon as possible and turning everyone involved into an ex-pop. 

♡ It’s inevitable that Avellanos, Lawler, Scarfiotti and Clyde Perry (if he’s still around) notice Easterman’s obsession, no matter how hard he tries to hide it from them and no matter how many excuses he makes when they inevitably bring it up or confront him about it. If his work is being seriously neglected because he’s been too busy watching you, they’ll force him to sit down and actually run the facility he’s in charge of, but they know better than to do anything to you, because they know Easterman would dive head-first into the deep end if they did. 

♡-> “You don’t really want to leave me. You just think you do. It’s not entirely your fault, of course. A toddler screams at his mother when she takes the nozzle of the drain cleaner from his mouth. You may think that I don’t know what’s best, but you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here to help you.” 

♡-> “You are a perfect, pure lamb. Vulnerable. Lying docile on the table until the teeth or the knife pierces and stains your soft fur ugly crimson. But lambs have legs to follow their shepherd, who protects them from the cultist, from the wolf. Follow the shepherd, reject the carnivores, and we will let you out.” 

♡-> “You’re special. You’re loved- but only by me. Others don’t know how wonderful you are, or maybe they do, and they simply don’t care. Don’t fret. Ignorance can be a blessing, if you’re willing to think of it as such. It only makes our bond stronger. I’ll always love you more than anyone could.” 

♡ Taglist: @palesweetscherryblossom

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Writing yandere k-angel/ame-chan headcanons, hope y'all are ready for the relationship equivalent of chernobyl.

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T3ddyd0ll Yandere OC Moodboards

I love @t3ddyd0ll 's ocs sooo much, so I made moodboards for them!! (Im so sorry no sevyn or evelyn </3)

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Yandere Rottmnt Moodboards

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every day i scream and cry and beat the ground because i know that no matter how good i get at writing none of my work will never come close to the mastery that is trapped in an island with josh hutcherson

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Romantic Amelia for prompt 24, please. (If you can't do Amelia just do Gooseberry instead)

Amelia Collier x Reader - Prompt 24

♡ A/N: I was gonna wait 'till I had all my other prompt requests finished before I posted this, but the Amelia x reader fans are starving to death. The prompt list is here!

CW: Graphic descriptions of violence, descriptions of corpses, reader kind of has a rose-tinted view of amelia that's snatched away

♡ WC: 1471

Prompt 24 - "I did it for us."

Half-awake, you turn to your side on top of the tattered, dirty blanket you had laid out on the floor, reaching out for Amelia’s warmth only to be greeted by cold, crumpled fabric. You start with a jolt at the realization, pulling yourself into a sitting position to scan the room for any sight of her. None at all. She wasn’t sipping water out of the rusted faucet you had managed to find, or fiddling with rig parts in the corner, or working on her map of the facility. A spark of anxiety jolted in your torso and tightened up your throat- like you had eaten something you were deathly allergic to. 

“Amelia…?” You call out into the cavernous room, though your raspy voice is barely raised above a whisper. 

No response. 

Shivering, you pulled your jacket that she had gifted you (but refused to tell you where, exactly, she had gotten it) closer around yourself. Maybe you might be overthinking it, but could anyone really blame you, in a place like Sinyala? If there was any place on the entire earth to worry about your partner being gone when you woke up, it was here. You knew worrying wouldn’t help you find her, you knew, but it wasn’t as if you could reach into your ear and pluck the horrible menagerie of thoughts about her possible fate out of your brain. 

Had the guards found her? Did they beat her into a bloody pulp that the scientists would have to scrape off of the ground? Even worse- had they taken her back to Dr. Easterman and subjected her to his mercy? Did she sneak into a trial to write her messages and get found by an ex-pop or Prime? The meager contents of your stomach threaten to make a reappearance, but you swallow hard down your tightened throat. 

Rising to your feet, you try to quiet your brain and soothe your nerves, pulling the courage to leave- to go find her- together. You had to do something yourself- you couldn’t keep relying on her all of the time. Your fingers curl into your jacket, seeking protection from the cold. You briefly wondered why it was so cold in the facility- you had once heard one of the scientists say that you all were in Arizona- but you shake your head, dragging the task at hand back to the forefront of your mind by its ear. Once you’ve worked yourself up to shuffle all the way to the door, you press the side of your head to it, trying to hear anything that could indicate the ambling of a guard or ex-pop over your rapidly-beating heart. Only the sounds of dripping water and a low, deep droning sound greet you. Taking a deep breath, you lift your shaking hand to the doorknob. 

She didn’t mean to take it this far. 

Now, she wouldn’t say she didn’t mean to kill him, because that’d be a dirty lie. She did, and she didn’t feel very sorry about it. Like how she didn’t mean for that pimp’s guts to be strewn all over the inside of his car like some sort of fucked-up party streamer, but that’s what happened after she cut his breaks. Couldn’t say she felt sorry for that, either. 

Amelia grips the barrel of the gun like a vice as she slams the butt of it into the crimson, mushy mess that used to be the pale, lined face of a guard. His helmet is kicked off to the side, its visor cracked. Flecks of grey and red decorate her shirt, her glasses, her face, but she doesn’t care. She had to do it- he was so close to finding her, or worse, you. Murkoff, Easterman, Perry, Avellanos- they could do what they wanted to her, but she’d sooner rip out her own spine than let anything happen to you. That’s why she had to throw the brick at his shoulder, (she’d have liked to aim for his head, but that helmet of his would deflect it like a trampoline and earn her a bullet somewhere inconvenient) that’s why she had to wrangle his gun from him, that’s why she had to plant her foot on his chest and make sure he’d never be able to snitch to the big dogs. 

“Am-Amelia…?” 

The butt of the gun halts centimeters away from the mess as she freezes in place, dragging her head to face you through the gore splattered on her lenses. Her breath stutters as she looks between you, your face framed in a heartbreaking portrait of abject horror, and the slush that once held someone’s dreams and memories, pooling at her feet. Your hands are pressed over your mouth- like you’re a child who had just cursed in front of their parents- but Amelia is sure your bottom lip is quivering underneath your palm. She stumbles off of the man, splashing the blood with her shoes and sending little drips of it flying as if the sticky, red pool was no different than a puddle you’d jump in on a rainy day. The rifle slips from her fingers and clatters on the ground as she whispers your name. You recoil at the sound of metal on concrete, barely able to make out the shape of it- and the corpse- through the tears blurring your vision. Amelia trails bloody footprints behind her as she approaches you as one would a fawn, ready to scurry back into the forest if she even breathed at you the wrong way. 

The tears start to fall when the smell of iron, already permeating the air, mixes with Amelia’s familiar scent in your nostrils. Even with all the time spent among the hazardous waste and the mutilated corpses, she still smells like singed hair. It would be unpleasant to you anywhere else, but anything recognizable was something you embraced with open arms in the depths of the facility. Salty water streaks down your cheeks, and off of your chin when Amelia gently takes hold of your wrists and pulls your hands away from your quivering mouth. You try to make out her expression through the gloss. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes unreadable. 

The uncertainty of it all distresses you more than the death that penetrates the atmosphere. It wasn’t if the corpse didn’t frighten you, but after weeks spent with mountains of them, you’ve sort of gotten used to it. You’ve seen bodies mutilated in ways you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest nightmares, so the mess doesn’t particularly disturb you, either. No, no, no- it was that Amelia had done it. Not an ex-pop. Not Coyle or Gooseberry or Franco, but your partner, your lover, Amelia. 

Amelia, who always insists on taking as many watches as she can throughout the night. Amelia, who gives you the lion's share of what little food she manages to find, despite whatever protest you throw her way about it. Amelia, who shattered the glass of that horrible tank and saved you from drowning in blood. Amelia, who wipes your tears and soothes your cries when the nightmares come and wrap your brain in a cloak of terror and your heart in barbed wire. Brave, noble, Amelia Collier, who has just turned a person’s face into slurry. 

You don’t notice that you’re hyperventilating until she cups your face, flecks of red staining her fingers. 

“Hey, hey,” she says, her voice the same tone as when she shakes you awake because you’re thrashing and sobbing in your sleep, “You’re gonna suffocate yourself- take some deeper breaths, c’mon…”

Though it stutters, you do as she says until the tightness in your chest loosens into something manageable. The crimson spots on her hands turn almost orange as they run down, diluted by your tears. You open your mouth to say something- to break your silence, but Amelia shushes before you can get a word out. 

“You- you don’t have to say anything. I know- God, I know how this looks, but you have to believe me. I did it for us. He-” she runs a hand over her face, pushing up her glasses, “He was gonna find us. Gonna snitch to Easterman and everyone. I couldn’t let that happen. Do you understand?” 

Your nod is slow and dazed. Amelia seems to relax the slightest bit. 

“Okay- okay, that’s good. That’s good. Shit, I’m sorry you had to see that. I swear to Christ, I’d never let anything like that happen to you.” She rambles on and on, but the words are muffled to you, as if you’re sinking deep, deep underwater. Amelia promises, promises, promises and the way she’s talking reminds you of someone you know. 

And you want to throw up when you realize who it is.

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the yandere amelia collier headcanons are coming soon. hang in there, fellow amelia stans.